The Frog Princess

I met a girl, she was a frog princess

I guess I ought to make it clear

That I saw nothing through her see-through dress

until she whispered in my ear

You dont really love me and I dont really mind

cause I dont love anybody, that stuff is just a waste of time

Your place or mine?

I met a girl, she was a complete mess

I shouldve left her well alone, but oh no, not me

I had to see if underneath that dress

her heart was really made of stone

I met a girl, she was a frog princess

and yes I do regret it now

But how was I to know that just one kiss

could turn my frog into a cow?

And now Im rid of her I must confess

to thinking bout what might have been

And I can visualize my frog princess

beneath a shining guillotine

You dont really love me and baby that it alright

cause I dont love anybody,

I come and go through peoples love lives

Your place or mine?